She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love:

Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and …

What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! 'O mercy!' to myself I cried, 'If Lucy should be dead!'

Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him! Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him who has died full of honor and years! Not …

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their g…

I drug your ghost across the country, and we plotted out my death.